This poem was written for and was given to Mike Novick.

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On Fields…With You




by Ed Novick






On Fields we would play; fields green, brown and white;


Chasing balls and dreams, and sometimes glories.


Making times worth memories for stories


Of wins and defeats, and plays out of sight.




The hours and days and fun beyond number


We’d throw or we’d hit or we’d catch or roam


O’er fields, counting scores, ‘til Mom called us home


Tired and aching and hungry for slumber.




From tots, to teens, to men we have since grown


On Fields of Wonder, under skies of blue


Ever seeking to play, one with the other.




So whenever we’re feeling lost and alone


You can think of me, and I’ll think of you


On Fields, at Play. I love you my Brother.